sand garden . . .
a chatter of leaves
come to rest


 

star gazing . . .
my eyes piece together
shards of darkness


 

drought relief . . .
a fair weather friend
takes a dump


 

a bull whip
snaps about darting fish —
night without end


emptiness
is a mirror turned
to my face


broken bowl —
gone too the emptiness
it once held


mountain wind . . .
what hunger is this
howling for bread?


 

mountain dawn . . .
the ineffable burns
in a hebe


 

mountain cloud
yielding space to dance
between dreams


 

windswept sea —
failing light submerges
beyond all this


 

dawn chorus . . .
footprints wander in
from a dream


 

shallow stream . . .
sunlight trickles over
a white stone


 

ah, into one shade
many-hued chrysanthemums
fade, wither, and die


summer wind . . .
cloud shadows dappling
parched fields


 

dead sea scrolls . . .
the repetition of words
going nowhere


 

urban blooms . . .
a rapper chews his words
al dente


 

shaky start!
the chicken and egg
leapfrogging


 

navel gazing . . .
the Neon Buddha cracks
a cheesy grin


hokkus pokkus . . .
all credibility
disappears


 

under milkweed
a butterfly begins
at the beginning